Better known as Bet or Betty to her family and friends.
Betty was born on the 8th of December, 1929 in Edmund, Oklahoma. She was the second oldest of 8 children born to John O. and Willa (Lawson) Walter.
She died on the 25th of May, 2023 at her home in Longmont, Colorado, surrounded by her adoring family.
She married Raymond D. Richers on the 25th of December, 1950 in Loveland, Colorado. They eventually made their home in Westminster, Colorado where they raised 3 boys, Doug, Matt and Mark.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Raymond D. Richers; her son, Matthew D.
Richers; her parents, John & Willa Walter; 4 of her brothers, Bill, John, Hank & Jim Walter; several beloved sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law; and several nieces, nephews & great-nieces.
She is survived by her sons, Douglas Richers (Julie Barringer) & Mark (Kelli) Richers;
Grandchildren Greta (Josh) Vowell, Benjamin Richers, Logan Richers, Leslye BarringerWise (Nathan), Jaci Kuntz & Kari Kuntz; Great-grandsons, Lane Vowell & Ford Richers; and daughter & son-in-law of the heart, Linda Barringer & Andy Pickens.
She is also survived by her beloved sister Patricia Deines and brothers Bob (Joanna) Walter, Dick (Helen) Walter and sister-in-law Carolyn Walter, plus many nieces, nephews, cousins and dear friends.
Betty was a top-notch, and very competitive, Mahjong player and spent many afternoons playing, and often besting, her very dear friends Kathy, Evie and Sandy!
She loved a good cup of coffee and knew how to take the time to really enjoy it, often with a cookie, or two. She was an avid reader and was known to devour multiple books over the course of a week. Betty had the uncanny ability to the remember books that she had read, even years later. She shared this love of reading with her sister Pat, who is equally as avid of a reader as Bet was.
As a seamstress extraordinaire, Betty made everything from her own clothes to curtains and quilts, to clothes for her grandkids, including a beautifully embroidered & hand appliquéd Irish Step Dancing dress for her granddaughter. She was a true artist & crafter and could figure out how to do just about any sewing, painting, craft or art project that she set her mind to!
She had a love of Victorian houses and even built a “to scale” dollhouse, complete with her own handmade needlepointed rugs, curtains, and decorated with tiny print wallpaper, as well as furniture (some handmade) and accessories.
Betty and Ray loved to travel around the US and did many road-trips together as a family, and after the boys were grown and out of the house. They once took a trip to Europe, which included a wonderful tour of Rome! It was on one of their many road trips together that Ray was killed in a tragic car accident driving in the beautiful San Juan Mountains of SW Colorado. After the loss of Ray, Betty became an even more passionate traveler, taking numerous trips around the US, Canada and abroad. She had a special fondness for England and often dreamed of spending the summer in a rented cottage in the English Countryside.
Betty enjoyed spending time with both friends and family. She had a wry wit and was an avid Colorado Rockies fan! Even with her ever advancing dementia, she still took great delight in having visitors, going out for a meal, taking scenic drives in the car and, of course, watching her much loved Colorado Rockies!
Mana, as she was affectionately called by her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, will be dearly missed by her family, and her friends. Her courage, strength, generosity and kindness will be remembered by her family, and by all who came to know her.
In lieu of flowers, here are two organizations accepting contributions in her memory:
Betty participated in OUR Center’s Empty Bowls program for a number of years… https://www.ourcenter.org/donate/
Betty was an avid reader, and a fan of the neighborhood, Little Free Libraries… https://give.littlefreelibrary.org/give/462849/#!/donation/checkout
Death Sets A Thing Significant ~Emily Dickinson~
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until
The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves.
A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him, At rest his fingers are.
Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings Too costly for Repairs.
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